She's got the kind of look that defies gravity. She's the greatest cook, and she's fat free. She's been to private school and she speaks perfect French. She's got the perfect friends, Oh isn't she cool?
She practices Tai Chi, she'd never lose her nerve. She's more than you deserve, she's just far better than me.
So Don't Bother i won't die of deception, i promise you won't ever see me cry. Don't feel sorry. Don't Bother, I'll be fine but she's waiting, and the ring you gave to her will lose its shine. So don't bother, be unkind.
I'm sure she doesn't know how to touch you like I would. I beat her at that one good
Don't you think so?
She's almost 6 feet tall, she must think I'm a flea, but I'm really a cat you see, and it's not my last life at all.

For you, I'd give up all I own, and move to a communist country, if you came with me, of course. And I'd file my nails so they don't hurt you, and lose those pounds, and learn about football. If it made you stay, but you won't.

nunca tuve muy definido nada acerca de vos. En realidad no se que sentía aun hoy no lo sé. Preferiria hacerme creer que no me estaba enamorando, preferiria gastar ese amor en otra cosa. Mi amor que juro siempre es sincero, es infantil, es inocente. Talvez por eso es que nada funciona conmigo, mis relaciones generalmente son malos recuerdos, pedazos de historias rotas y tristes, sin final. Será que analizo mucho las cosas, retuerzo las situaciones, que son simples, sensillas el problema es que yo nunca veo las cosas así . Para mi todo es melodramatismo, el conflicto siempre lo causo yo, la que esta mal soy yo. Será que le tocó justo a él ser de quien yo estuviera pendiente, y la verdad es que lo lamento pero aunque progrese muchisimo no pude solucionarlo, y eso es algo que todavia no puedo perdonarme. Y aunque soy rencorosa hay excepciones. Y aunque no quise saber de tu existencia mucho tiempo las cosas no cambian tan facil.
Y hoy sé muchas verdades que no puedo cambiar. 
Sé que no puedo aunque me cuesta aceptarlo, 

prometo que desde hoy voy a tomar todo
 desde una perspectiva diferente.

 

                     

but she's not a little girl anymore, if she's old enough to love you like this. Love you with her clear, fierce gaze and fists balled at her sides while you're backed against a wall six lonely feet away. Love you with angry tears rolling down her cheeks like molten everything she's ever wanted which is you, you, oh god,

you.